18 kisses on your lips, and one in your cheek;
As your two eyes look up from resting on the 17 muscles that comprise my shoulder.
I think of you three times and hour, every 16 hours I grow older,
Every one of my 15 glances of you make all four chambers of my heart weak.

Let every finger from my hand caress you for the next two weeks.
Let every single word of this sentence kiss you half a dozen times.
Let every note on the music scale sing 12 romantic songs that rhyme,
Because in every phase of the moon, like the Apollo that landed, it is you I seek.

My love for you is a logarithmic fact,
having as many lives as a mischievous cat.